Troy Bowerbank - Getting up lyrics

Getting up *(to be read aloud) [Troy Banxz] Trying to get up, though your pulling me down Every rhyme I make up is received with a frown Every noun that I use the towns bound to be offended My mouth makes an enemy of all those I`ve befriended Pretended to care Though none of my 'friends' were there The audience is looking bare And I`m performing to air Is that 'fair'? I guess that is the 'price' I pay For thinking that anyone cares what I have to say If you had your way Then my views would be silenced By portraying my songs as foolish and violent Afraid to write music to the words that I write In case society depicts me as a stereotype Well I`m not a keyboard or a copycat either My motto is all 'mono' because others will decieve yah The world has turned heartless, though i`m a believer That we can find a 'wiz', and I don`t mean khalifa The world is cold, in need of a heater But there`s no need for hell on earth neither Sin in our minds just like a hot fever Dudes want to be santa, 'cause he`s a 'heavy breather' I`m not a missionary, just a visionary `bought a dictionary when the world happened to get scary Standards seem imaginary like the tooth fairy You find a lot of Jezebels looking for a Mary I don`t talk fast, maybe you just listen slow Drink some water, then your ear may hear this 'flow' It still has idioms, metaphors and similes So treat these poems as a prophesy exposing tyranny The possibility that you may listen is enough Without me 'throwing gang signs' or pretending I`m tough For those that share my views, I hope to show them clearly For foes whose support I may lose? Fear me